A group of survivors with haggard faces, unshaven beards, and carrying Soaring Cannon fertilizer bags stood on the black asphalt road.
The clothes he wore were extremely tattered, and one person even wore pants with half of his butt exposed.
And judging from the signs of damage, it looks like it was ground rather than cut.
There is still black mud in the gaps between their fingernails,
Some people wear shoes made of Baohaha mineral water, which are made by crushing plastic bottles and threading them back and forth with a few ropes.
His whole body exuded a strong smell of sweat that could be smelled several meters away.
Hong Gong fucked a group of them. After the transformation of Lao Gao in the past few days, they have become a team that is more like survivors than ordinary survivors.
Everyone has his or her own name and has compiled his or her past life experiences.
Their occupations are all wage earners working in a mold factory. After the apocalypse broke out, they became homeless and wandered all the way from Bashu to here.
"Captain, we should have settled it now, right?" Da Zhuang said to Hong Gongcao in front of him.
When Hong Gongcao heard this title, he looked around nervously.
After seeing that the person closest to them was more than ten meters away, they breathed a sigh of relief.
Hong Gongcao walked up to Da Zhuang, held his collar, and said angrily in a low voice:
"Damn it, I told you not to call me Captain, call me Brother Hong!"
"But the captain may not..." Da Zhuang wanted to retort.
Hong Gongcao tightened his collar, "I said, listen to me! Otherwise, you have to go back! Damn you, don't talk, okay?"
Da Zhuang scratched his head, grinned and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you, Brother Hong."
"That's pretty much it." Hong Gongcao loosened his collar.
They stepped on the black asphalt road, their eyes full of horror.
Is this still outside the trading market, so luxurious that it is paved with asphalt?
Their behavior is very similar to many survivors who came to the trading market for the first time.
But when they enter the trading market for a long time, they will know that there are thousands of zombies buried under the black asphalt ground.
This asphalt ground was also formed by using oil formations to burn the zombie tide during previous thunderstorm disasters.
As they get closer to the trading market, the walls of the trading market become taller and taller in their eyes.
The closer you get, the more you can feel the majesty of the wall.
"Have you got thirty meters yet?"
"It must be there, it must be thirty meters tall. You see, the wall seems to be still being built to be taller. Why is it so high? Our side is only ten meters tall..."
"Shut up!" Lao Gao glared at the man after hearing this.
The team member also realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly shut his mouth.
There are some fragments of sand and gravel on the asphalt road, which were dropped by the outgoing transportation team.
Outside the trading market, the road is very wide.
They came from the west and followed the large army in front.
After walking for more than ten minutes, we finally reached the main entrance.
The main entrance is on the east side, and any survivor who wants to enter the trading bazaar can only enter through this door.
There are four doors in the trading market, but for the convenience of management, only this door is opened.
They followed a small team in front and stood in line at the back of the team.
Hong Gongcao looked at the small team of six people in front of him and hesitated for a few seconds. He still planned to go over and inquire with them.
"Hey, buddy, is this the trading market?" Hong Gongcao walked to the front and asked the man with long hair in front of him.
The man raised his head and looked at Hong Gongcao from top to bottom, and then looked at the group of people behind Hong Gongcao.
His eyebrows were lowered, "New here?"
"Yes, yes, we heard someone said that there is a trading market here where there is a way to survive, so we came here. Is it really safe to trade here?" Hong Gongcao asked quickly after hearing the other party's response.
The long-haired man said slightly proudly:
"Of course, this is a trading market. You can buy everything you want to buy here, but I think you people don't have much purchasing power."
"By the way, what can you do?"
Hong Gongcao rolled his eyes and said quickly: "Can I drive and make molds?"
"Of the two professions you mentioned, one is saturated and the other is useless. What do you have that you can buy and trade?" The long-haired man glanced at him.
"Let me remind you, you have to pay a certain entrance fee to enter the city. I'm afraid you won't even be able to get in."
Hong Gongcao's face froze and he asked awkwardly:
"How much does it cost to enter the city?"
The long-haired man said:
"Looking at how pitiful you are, I'll tell you a few words. Our trading market is very friendly to the people. The entrance fee is usually deducted from food.
However, the managers of the trading market probably felt that many survivors at the bottom could not afford to pay the fees, so they gave another option.
That is to use labor to replace the cost of entering the city. Well, if you see the man carrying the wood over there, you can use a piece of wood to deduct it."
"Wood?" Hong Gongcao was a little confused.
Wood can also be used to deduct the cost of entering the city.
"Yes, wood, you can just chop down the tree..." the long-haired man replied impatiently.
Hearing this, Hong Gongcao nodded thoughtfully and said:
"I understand, thank you, bro."
"By the way, brother, how many people are there in this trading market?"
The long-haired man was asked many questions, and he was obviously a little impatient. Faced with Hong Gongcao's questioning, he looked a little unhappy.
"Brother, you have such a handsome hairstyle. Where did you get this hairstyle?" Lao Gao saw the displeasure on his face and hurriedly came over and asked.
The long-haired man felt quite happy when he heard his compliment.
"I made it myself. How do you like it? Does it look good?" The long-haired man flicked his bangs to reveal his forehead.
Lao Gao quickly gave a thumbs up and said: "It looks good, it looks so good. I even want to have a hair style like yours."
The long-haired man raised his eyebrows when he heard this and took a closer look at Lao Gao's hair.
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"Your hair quality is not bad, but you will have to wait until your hair grows long to get a hairstyle like mine. I can style it for you for free..."
"You are very discerning and I will tell you the truth. I actually want to open a barber shop in the market, but I don't know if anyone with taste like you would come to me for a haircut..."
My elder brother said that it’s the end of the world now, and no one wants to spend points on haircuts here, but I always feel that there must be people who have this need, some high-status or rich people, and they will definitely pay attention to their image.
Look, it doesn’t cost anything to cut my hair, don’t you think..."
...
Lao Gao was the only one who complimented his hairstyle, which made the man very happy.
As soon as I was happy, I told them all about opening a barber shop in the trading market, which I had hesitated for a long time.
Hong Gongcao and the two also got some information from it.
integral?
"What points?" Hong Gongcao asked doubtfully.
The long-haired man asked: "Do you think I can open a barber shop in the trading market?"
"I ask, what are points?" Hong Gongcao continued to ask.
The long-haired man didn't seem to hear Hong Gongcao's question and continued:
"Actually, I'm also confused, but, this doesn't cost anything. There should be someone who needs a haircut, right?"
"Let me ask, the points are..." Before Hong Gongcao finished speaking, he was stopped by Lao Gao.
Lao Gao's eyes were sincere and he said to the long-haired man:
"Handsome guy, I think you should do it first. You will know the result after you do it. Don't be afraid of failure. Failure is failure if you don't take action. Since there is no cost, then I think you should open a barber shop."
The long-haired man was encouraged by Gao Zhao, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he seemed to become more confident.
He patted Lao Gao hard on the shoulder.
"Brother, thank you!"
Lao Gao laughed and said: "But I am afraid that there are not many people in this trading market, there are not that many..."
"impossible."
The long-haired man said confidently: "There are fifty to sixty thousand people in the trading market, not to mention those ordinary fifth-level personnel, fourth-level personnel, or the Ax Gang, Water Dragon Society, Tingfeng Tower, Explorers, Cold-Blooded Army, and Tattoo Gang.
.... There will always be demand from the middle and high-level people of these forces!
Besides, what about the people in Oil City? They can definitely afford it!"
When Gao Zhao and Hong Gongcao heard the figure of fifty or sixty thousand people, their eyes were full of shock.
So many people!
Mist grass!
There are not so many combat personnel and support family members in the entire northwest, not even half.
There are 50,000 to 60,000 people in just one trading market here?
Lao Gao keenly heard one point from it, level four personnel.
What is this?
"Brother, are you a level 4 personnel? What exactly is this level?" Gao Zhao asked.
Upon hearing Gao Zhao's question, the long-haired man said with some pride:
"Let me tell you that you are discerning. I am a Level 4 personnel. During the thunderstorm and natural disaster, my eldest brother and I were about to starve to death. It was even worse than you are now. We risked our lives to climb up the wall to stop the zombies...
After the thunderstorm ended, I became Level 4 personnel. Hahahaha.
These level four personnel don’t have to pay entry fees, we are different from you.”
"What are these points?" Gao Zhao asked quickly.
He wanted to do everything possible to learn about the trading market and oil city.
If you know yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger.
The more you know about the trading market and the oil city, the better you can grasp the breakthrough point.
"Points."
The long-haired man explained: "Points, you can think of them as the currency in the trading market."
"When you buy and sell things here, you have to pass points. Points are actually money."
Gao Zhao was secretly worried, has this trading market become so developed?
It is possible to issue currency. The most important thing for issuing currency is trust and endorsement.
What is the trust endorsement of the trading market?
So he asked: "Aren't you worried that one day you won't be able to use these points?"
The long-haired man smiled, pointed at the tall wall and said:
"Have you ever seen a force more powerful than Oil City?"
This question is obvious. What he means is that Oil City is the strongest.
Lao Gao responded quickly, "I haven't understood it before, I don't know much about it, but it looks so strong now."
The long-haired man said proudly:
"That's natural. Oil City is the strongest. It was able to withstand horrific thunderstorms and save nearly 100,000 people in the trading market."
"If it weren't for the trading market, we people wouldn't be able to withstand the thunderstorm and natural disasters outside."
Gao Zhao fell silent.
He has never experienced natural disasters outside the northwest, but the thunderstorm natural disaster he experienced really left a deep impression on him.
He couldn't imagine that in the inland central plains, there were dense zombies.
How did they survive a horrific disaster like a thunderstorm?
He suddenly felt panicked.
They were in the northwest, and although they were suppressing one side, the surrounding forces either surrendered, merged into their forces, or were destroyed.
But there are too few zombies in the northwest, really too few.
I have never experienced such a terrifying zombie wave and the dual threat of natural disaster.
and.
Oil City is a force that has survived countless natural disasters and zombie waves until now. The people here must have extremely rich combat experience and strong willpower.
While he was thinking, he unknowingly reached the entrance of the trading market.
The entrance is very large, with several roads running parallel to it.
At this moment, a truck full of wood was driving in.
The long-haired man looked at Lao Gao and said:
"I guess you guys can't afford to pay the entrance fee. I like you quite a lot, so I'll pay it for you, and forget it for everyone else."
Lao Gao quickly asked: "It's our first time here and we don't have points. Can we substitute it with something else? For example, food, biscuits, etc."
The long-haired man raised his eyebrows, looked at Lao Gao curiously and said:
"Do you have cookies?"
"Yes, that's it." Lao Gao quickly opened the plastic bag, revealing dozens of biscuits inside. However, most of these biscuits were broken and crushed, and the appearance was not very good.
The long-haired man glanced at Lao Gao in surprise,
"I didn't expect you guys to be quite capable!"
Lao Gao was shocked. He originally thought that this was low-key enough.
Unexpectedly, I brought dozens of biscuits and was said to be quite capable.
With a roll of his eyes, he quickly replied:
"Isn't this good luck?"
Hearing this, the long-haired man smiled and said: "I know, I know, opening treasure boxes. I have opened treasure boxes before. The year before last, I was in a vending machine in a building and found a bottle of Coke and a pack.
Potato chips. Oh my god! You don’t know how good it feels!”
"That...it's really cool." Lao Gao agreed.
The long-haired man patted Lao Gao on the shoulder and said, "You are a nice person. Let me introduce you formally. My name is Qiao He, a Level 4 personnel! I live in Building 7, East District. Come and see me when you have time."
Lao Gao nodded quickly and said: "My name is Gao... Gao Zhao."
He originally wanted to come up with a fake name, but he thought about it carefully.
No one knows them when they enter the trading market. What's the difference between their real names and fake names?
If you call someone by a false name, problems may arise.
The nine of them had to remember each other's fake names, so if they remembered each other wrongly, it would be easy to reveal their secrets.
It's better to just call them by their real names, since no one will know them anyway.
"Gao Zhao? Are you a lucky star?" Qiao He, a young man with long hair, said with a smile.
"What do you mean?" Gao Zhao was a little confused.
"Lucky stars shine!" the long-haired man said with a smile.
As he spoke, he mysteriously said to the two people behind him:
"You have come to the trading market at the right time. After entering, what you see will definitely subvert your imagination! Especially at night, you must go to the business district at night. I believe you will go there anywhere else.
Nowhere else can you experience this feeling.”
"How do you feel?" Hong Gongcao, who had been unable to speak, asked curiously.
Qiao He raised the corner of his mouth, "You'll know when you go there."
